Date: Tue, 23 Aug 2011 16:07:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 88
I must give a heart felt thank you to all the readers who have continued
reading this story and to all the new readers that just started and are
working their way through the saga of Kyle and Hank. Comments and
suggestions are always welcome; harryrod575@yahooo.com.
Kyle and Hank live in a fantasy world without disease, but we don't, so
always play safe!
Thank you and have fun!
harry
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Kyle and Hank - Chapter 88
Hank moved up near me and said, "Just a couple of college guys, fresh out
of class, and looking to get into the back country so we can be closer to
nature." He gave his 1000 LED smile.
The guy looked us up and down, looked at his friend, and then back to us.
This was going to get bad, I could tell.
"Well, if you took off your boots, you could be even closer to nature." I
thought he meant we should take them off, so I was ready, but Hank just
stood there, smiling away.
"I think we are close enough," Hank said, with a hint of laughter in his
voice.
The men exchanged looks again. They must be figuring out which one of us
they were going to sexually assault first! The first one scratched his
chin and looked us over again. He looked at his friend, and back to us.
"Okay, I'll take the one with the big dick, and you can have the other one,
Ned," he said, with a very menacing voice.
Ned spoke up and said, "Jeb, You always get the one with the big dick! Why
can't I have him?" This was sounding more and more like "Deliverance!"
"You can't handle the big dicks!" Jeb hollered back, in much the same way
that Jack Nicholson delivered the line, "You can't handle the truth!"
"Yeah, but they are more fun!" Ned whined.
Jeb raised his shotgun a bit, until it was pointing to the ground in front
of us, and said, "Let's see which one is the better dancer." He motioned
his gun, like he was going to shoot at our feet.
"Okay, guys, you've had your fun," Hank said. He had never raised his arms
over his head, like I had. He put his hands, balled into fists, on his
hips.
Jeb's eyes widened, and then his mouth spread into a broad smile. "How did
you know we were messin' with you?" he asked Hank.
Hank smiled and pointed to their crotches, "Because little Jeb was kind of
giving it away that you were awfully happy to see us!" He smiled again,
and moved over to Jeb. "And you know the saying, 'You can catch more flies
with honey.' And I think you are producing a fair bit of honey in those
boxers you're wearing."
Jeb smiled, and let Hank's hand stay on his crotch, and said, "This is my
younger brother, Ned, and I'm Jeb." He handed his shotgun to Ned, and
undid his pants and pulled them down, and then his boxers, so Hank could
have better access.
Hank moved up and played with Jeb's uncut thick six inch cock. Jeb sort of
melted into Hank's fondling. "You know, it gets awfully boring only
getting to screw around with your brother," he said, and sighed, and Hank
encircled his dick and squeezed.
"You never complained before," Ned said, setting the two shotguns down on a
rock near by.
"Will those slip and go off accidently?" Hank said, as he continued his
ministrations on Jeb's dick.
"Nope, they're not loaded," Ned said, as he freed his own uncut, slightly
longer, but just as thick dick.
"You sure do holler when I am poking you with this," Ned said, waiving his
dick around.
"Why don't you two get out of those clothes and let's really get to know
each other." I couldn't believe Hank was being so friendly and so open and
so, I don't know, freely sexual with these strangers.
Ned and Jeb backed up a bit and started shucking their clothes. Soon, they
were naked, and didn't seem in the least bit shy. They had tan lines on
their necks and wrists, and it was quite funny to see them. Both were
chunky guys, but still fit. Each had a similar patch of hair dead center
on their chests, and the straightest hair I had ever seen for pubic hair.
And the jet black color was in stark contrast to their white skin.
Goose egg sized balls hid under the thick pubic bush. And their dicks, now
free, pointed up, and Jeb's had a definite curve to the right. Ned reached
out and grabbed hold of Jeb's and squeezed.
Hank was the last one hard, but he stood with the brothers, and reached
over to take Ned's dick in his fist. "What kinds of things do you guys
like to do?" Hank said, moving his hand lower and fondling Ned's balls.
Jeb spoke up and said, "Ned is a confirmed bottom. He likes it any way he
can get it, and the more he can get, and the more often, the better!"
Jeb looked at me. "Something wrong with that?" He gave me a scowl that
would have given Simon Cowell a run for his money.
"Nope," I said, and smiled, "Hank's brothers are all pretty friendly, too!"
Jeb smiled and chuckled, "Oh, so we aren't the only incestuous brothers you
know!" Well, I wasn't sure I "knew" Jeb and Ned, but I couldn't judge them
as doing anything wrong, that's for sure.
Hank laughed and said, "Yeah, I am the youngest, so I was picked on by all
4 of my older brothers."
Ned said, "Oh, so you know what it's like being on the bottom!"
Hank laughed, "Well, I have had my share of tops and bottoms!"
I moved up and took Jeb's cock in my hand. He sighed and reached for mine.
Ned had Hank's. This was turning into one of Hank's classic circle jerks.
After a bit of silent fondling, with just a few moans from the brothers,
Hank said, "So how about my partner and I do some drilling in those fine
white asses of yours?"
Jeb smiled and said, "I thought you would never ask!" He reached down to
his abandoned pants and pulled out a tube of lube. He handed it to Hank.
"We've been wanting to try out this position, and if you guys could help,
that would be great!" Jeb said, with a huge grin on his face.
"Sure. What is it?" Hank asked. I was curious as well.
"Well, my brother and I do a lot of 69ing and fucking, but we've always
wanted to be 69ing and be fucked at the same time."
He grabbed the clothes and made a pile of them. "This should get Ned's ass
up high enough for you."
He moved Ned into position below him, with Ned's butt up on the pile of
clothes; then he put his knees on either side of Ned's head. They were
perfectly lined up on each other's dicks. Hank smiled and greased up
his dick, and tossed me the lube. I saw that it was called Gun Oil lube,
and I thought, `how appropriate.' I spread some on my dick, and lined up
on Jeb's hole, and let Hank line up on Ned's hole. Each had a ball's eye
view of the dicks about to plunge into their brother's hole.
Hank looked at me, smiled, and counted down 3 - 2 - 1, with his fingers,
and we plunged in all the way. There was moaning and groaning around the
swallowed dicks. "You two okay?" Hank asked.
A mumbled, "Ummm hmmm!" came back, so Hank and I set about fucking the two
brothers. I was watching Hank as he worked on Ned's ass. This was a new
angle for me, and I liked seeing him move in and out, but not see the place
it was going into.
Jeb wasn't as tight as I liked, probably because he and his brother
regularly fucked, but he did grip down on my dick with his ass, and I had
fun rubbing his magic button, making him groan.
Ned licked my balls at one point when I was buried in Jeb's ass, and it was
a wild feeling! That could push me over the edge real quick, but I went
back to matching stroke for stroke with Hank.
As he sped up, so did I. I knew he was close, when he arched his neck
back, and began his long groan that would build until he shot. Seeing that
look, and hearing the beginning of that groan, pushed my buttons, and I
began my own press towards the impending dam burst of pleasure.
I felt Jeb really clench down on my dick, and thought I was probably
triggering his own cascade of pleasure. It seemed as if it was going to be
a quartet of orgasms! And I couldn't think any more, because it hit me, and
I pushed deep into Jeb, then felt him pushing back on my groin, so I backed
out and shot on his ass, and his brother's face. What an image!
Fuck! That was hot! Hank was glowing and shooting and smiling, with his
eyes closed. I would have to give him a bad time; he was always on me to
keep my eyes open when I came!
Ned lapped my dick, and I was too sensitive, so I pulled back from his
eager tongue.
Hank stayed in position, so I assumed Jeb was working on his dick. When I
could see straight and breath normally, I climbed to my feet.
The brothers remained in position and kept lapping at each other's dicks.
It was quite a sight to see the two of them in that position, just working
away on each other's wilting dicks.
Jeb jumped up first and said, "Oh, fuck, man! That was amazing!" He
helped his brother up. Ned was tugging on his slick dick, and Jeb said,
"We have been wanting to try that for ages! Thanks, guys!"
"Now you two have fun!" Ned said. "And watch out for old number 33."
"33?" Hank asked. "Yeah, there's a bear around here who has an
ear tag of number 33. He wanders through all the camps, and will eat
anything that is left out." Ned smiled, and I wondered if he was serious
about the bear. Hank had mentioned bears, but was he, too, just pulling my
leg?
And like that, they grabbed their clothes and headed off into the trees,
laughing and smacking each other on the ass as they went.
I looked at Hank, and he shook his head. "That was truly bizarre!" I
could only agree. We went down to the lake to clean ourselves up a bit,
and then continued on around the lake. It was a beautiful lake, and the
setting was spectacular.
A ring of peaks practically surrounded us, and the lake reflected the peaks
and the surrounding trees. We jumped rock to rock to cross the outlet
stream, and made it back to camp.
We took another dip in the lake to wash off the dirt and sweat (and sex) of
the trail. When we were sitting on a slab of granite that sloped off into
the lake, Hank said, "I always thought my brothers were pretty wild, but
they don't hold a candle to Jeb and Ned. Those guys were like lovers or
something."
I looked at Hank with a quizzical look. He saw it and said, "No, I am not
judging them. Far be it from me to judge them. I just meant that they
seemed really close!"
I laughed and said, "You mean like `Deliverance' close?"
He laughed and said, "Yea, that's it!" He laughed some more.
We talked about our sessions for the summer, and how busy they were going
to keep us. "Are you worried that we won't have time for sex now and
then?" Hank asked, "Or the number of new freshman you are going to have to
take care of? Or is it their brothers or their dads you are worried about?"
"Asshole!" I said, imagining what it would be like to have sex with the
father of one of the students. What would sex with Hank's dad be like?
Nope, wasn't going to go there. Larry, Marshall, and all the security
guards were enough older guys at the moment.
"You're thinking about it aren't you?" Hank said, tweaking my swelling
cock.
"NO!" I said, and then added, "Well, depending on how the dads look!"
Hank laughed and said, "Come on, you have to help with dinner."
This was all new to me. Hank handed me a pot, and said to get it filled
with water. I went to the lake and scooped out a pot full and brought it
back to him. He had a little stove going.
He put the pot of water on the stove and covered it with a lid. "Once
that's boiling, we can proceed with the main course!" He handed me a zip
lock bag of carrots and celery. They tasted amazing! Like I had never had
anything like them before.
Hank saw the look on my face and smiled. "Everything tastes good when you
are out backpacking. I don't know if it is the clean fresh air, the smell
of pine trees, or just that after all that walking you are starving, and
everything just tastes even better."
The water was boiling, and he added some noodles to the pot. Once the
noodles were done, he poured off most of the water, then brought out this
rolled up stuff. It was rolled in wax paper, and he began tearing it into
strips, and adding it to the noodles and hot water. It was lumpy red
stuff.
"What's that?" I asked.
"It's dried spaghetti sauce. You make spaghetti sauce, and then put it in
a dehydrator. It turns out sort of like a fruit leather. It keeps for a
long time, and you just have to add water to reconstitute it."
I looked at him in amazement. "Where..." I started to ask.
"My brother makes it, and we always have a supply of it around. You can do
taco meat, Asian noodles, chili, etc." He was stirring it into the water,
and it began to reconstitute, and smelled great!
Once everything was ready, Hank brought out two titanium bowls. He poured
some of the spaghetti into each of them.
He handed me this strange looking utensil. "What is this?" I said, holding
up my lime green spoon that had slots in it.
"It's a spork. A spoon and fork combination; and the handle can be used as
a knife to spread stuff."
"Ingenious!" I said. Hank sprinkled parmesan cheese over the top of our
bowls, and I dove into it. "It tastes fabulous!" I said.
Hank smiled and said, "I told you, everything tastes amazing when you are
backpacking."
Hank sat his down, got some more water, rinsed out the pot, and dumped out
the water well away from camp. He got some more water, and put it on the
stove.
When he came back, he sat down next to me, and we ate our dinner, sitting
naked on the edge of the lake. We chatted about plans for the Fourth of
July, and how his brothers always got a bunch of fireworks; then took them
out in a boat to shoot off, so they couldn't start a fire.
He laughed and said, "Although one time we almost caught the boat on fire!"
He told the story of how one brother knocked over a fountain of some sort,
and the seat started to catch on fire. And instead of dunking the bucket
in the lake for water, he just stood and pissed on it.
I asked him if his brother had been drinking. He chuckled and said,
"Probably that was why he had enough pee to put out the fire!"
Hank added some dried fruit to the boiling water, along with some cinnamon
and sugar. When it began to boil again, it smelled like an apple pie or
something!
After the fruit had started to soften, he took a bag of something from his
backpack, and added some water to the bag. He mushed it around, after
sealing it, then cut a hole in one end, and squeezed the stuff on top of
the boiling fruit mixture.
"What's that?" I asked.
"It's an amazing pancake mix; one of those `just add water' ones. But this
one is apple cinnamon. You mix it until it is just doughy, and then put it
on top of the fruit. Then it cooks, and it's like dumplings. So it
becomes sort of a fruit cobbler almost."
It smelled amazing! I finished off my dinner, and had to clean the bowl
before I could have dessert.
I almost burned my tongue on the first bite, and Hank laughed. "That used
to happen to me all the time, until I learned to blow on the first bite."
"Oh, so at what age did you learn to blow?" I joked.
He caught on immediately, and said, "Let's see. I did my first brother
when I was 12, I think!" My mouth dropped open, and he laughed.
"Just kidding!"
"Asshole!" I said, around a mouthful of hot cobbler.
"Fuckface!" he said.
After dinner, we cleaned up all the dishes and stuff, packed the food away
in the bear box, and Hank started a small campfire. We had a sleeping bag
nearby, and were laying there watching the fire and the stars come out.
He told me the Indian story of how the constellations came to be; about how
the trickster coyote got all his animal friends to climb the arrows he shot
into the sky, and then, while they were all playing around, he snuck down,
removing the arrows, as he went, leaving them forever in the sky.
I looked at him with astonishment. "What?" he said, "Didn't you have
campfire stories when you were a kid?"
Then he saw the hurt look on my face. "Sorry!" he said, rubbing my head.
"My dad and my brothers were excellent campfire story tellers. It was
something that went along with campfires. They were stories we never told
anyplace but around a campfire."
He smiled, "My dad would tell stories of diving in the Arctic Ocean,
tagging polar bears, swimming with dolphins, and rock climbing. There
always seemed to be a funny moral to the story, or some joke."
He was looking thoughtful. "Ted told the most amazing ghost stories. And
when I was little, he would scare the shit out of me! And I would always
want to sleep in my dad's tent after those stories."
"What kind of stories?" I asked, totally engrossed in his reminiscing.
"Well, there is the story of the ghost of the killer bear." He looked me
in the eye and began to tell the story. He spoke softly, as if to keep the
spirits from hearing him. He told of how this giant bear had been killed,
just out of spite by this camper. He hadn't been bothering the camper or
anything. He had gone around the camp, but the camper saw him, grabbed his
rifle, and ran after the bear.
The bear ran, but not fast enough. The camper caught up to him, and
brought the sites on the bear. The bear stood up on his hind legs, and was
eight feet tall. He growled at the man to scare him, but the camper just
laughed, and shot the bear in the head.
The camper cut off the bear's head and threw it in the lake. He skinned
the remainder of the bear, and left the carcass for the buzzards and wild
animals to eat. He laughed around his camp fire that night, at the thought
of how he had killed that giant bear.
However, just as he stood to head off to bed, he heard a roar right behind
him. He turned, and there was the ghost of the headless bear. The bear
took a powerful swipe at the man and knocked off his head. The bear took
the head, tried to fit it to his neck, but it wouldn't fit. So he threw it
in the lake.
And to this day, he wanders around the lake, looking for unsuspecting
campers that he can kill to see if their heads would work for him. "HOLY
SHIT! There he is!" Hank screamed, and ran.
I nearly died, as I tried to get up and run. Hank was rolling on the
ground laughing at me. "Gotcha!"
"Asshole!" I said, as my heart pounded in my chest. He had done a
masterful job of telling the story, such that I was totally entranced by
it!
Hank had tears streaming down his face from laughing so hard. "Asshole!"
I said again, as my heart began to slow down a bit.
Hank put out the fire with water from the lake, and then, by flashlight, we
rearranged the sleeping bags in the tent.
We made one sleeping bag from the two bags. Just before going into the
tent, Hank said, "Leave your hiking boots and stinking socks outside the
tent. It helps keep the bears away." I pointed my flash light at his face
to see the smile on his face. "I am serious!" he said. "And I
always take a leak outside the tent, as well. Bears don't like the smell
of urine, either!"
I took off my boots and socks, and stood with Hank, and we took a leak, one
on each side of the tent. By the time I finished, I had begun to shiver.
It was getting cold!
So we climbed into the sleeping bag, and snuggled up next to each other.
Hank was spooning me and it felt wonderful.
"'Night, little brother," he whispered into my ear.
"'Night, lover!" I whispered back, and pulled Hank's arm closer around me.
I listened as his breathing became more steady and shallower, and knew he
was drifting off to sleep. As I lay there, I began to hear all the noises
of the forest. There were crickets, frogs, and some other kind of insect.
I heard the wind in the branches of the trees above us.
It took a while to fall asleep, with all the noise, but I did.
I woke up to Hank shaking me, and saying, "Shhh!" and putting a hand over
my mouth. My heart started racing, even before he whispered, "I hear a
bear outside." My heart went racing then! Were we going to be mauled in
our tent?
Hank turned around, and with flashlight in hand, unzipped the tent. "Are
you crazy!" I hissed.
"No, now shut up!" he whispered.
I had the sleeping bag pulled up to my neck as I watched Hank's ass move,
with his hands on the zipper. I saw the flashlight beam along the inside
of the tent, and then disappear. He was pointing it outside.
"There he is!" he whispered. "Come see!" It was the last thing I wanted
to do, but I did want to see. Some dark part of my brain wanted to see
that animal that was going to kill me!
I slipped out of the sleeping bag and crawled up next to Hank. I took the
tent flap in my hand and pulled it aside, until I could see outside.
Hank's flashlight was pointed at the bear.
He seemed huge! And he was brown! I thought Hank said these were black
bears! I couldn't see the head, just the legs and back side of it. It was
smelling around the bear box.
"Come on," Hank said, and finished unzipping the tent. He crawled out and
motioned for me to follow. Was he fucking crazy? He moved away from the
tent at an angle to the bear. Now I was alone in the tent and I felt the
bear was closer to me than Hank.
So I sprinted out of the tent, nearly tripping on the entrance flap. I
moved up beside Hank and grabbed hold of him. "What are you doing?" I
said. My teeth began to chatter from a combination of cold and fear.
He pointed the flashlight at the bear again. This time the bear's head was
towards us, and I could see the ear tag, #33. Shit!
Hank stood and watched the bear as it snuffled at the box from all sides.
Finally, it turned and seemed to be heading in our direction. "Hey! Get
out of here!" Hank yelled.
What the fuck! I thought. "Go on! Get out of here, you old fart!" he
yelled again, waiving his arms.
The bear turned and looked over its shoulder, as it began to amble off into
the trees.
Hank put the beam of the flashlight on my face and laughed at what he saw.
"What are you afraid of? I told you they are easy to scare off!" He
wrapped his arms around me and said, "It IS okay, really!"
"Asshole!" I said. "You tell me that fucking scary bear story, the fuck
brothers talk about mean ole' number 33, he shows up, and you want me to
think that everything's okay?"
He fought to keep the laughter out of his voice. "Yes, but I DID tell you
that the bears around here can be scared off easily." He held me again,
and then said, "I need to take a leak. You know that cold acts as a
diuretic?"
"Yeah, whatever," I said, and turned and took a leak myself, beside Hank.
We crawled back into the tent, and got arranged into the sleeping bag.
Hank spooned me again, and this time I pulled him even tighter to me.
He was asleep in no time, but I kept hearing noises that I was sure was a
bear moving through the bushes around our camp! It seems like I stayed
awake the majority of the night, hearing noises, and second guessing what
was making them!
In a dream I had, something is nuzzling my crotch; for a moment, I wonder
if it's a bear, but then the sucking continues, and I wake slowly to Hank
sucking on my ever growing dick! He raises his head from my dick, and says
with a huge smile, "Morning, merry sunshine!"
"Mornin'" I managed tiredly. I stretched my arms up over my head, and
yawned, as Hank continued on my dick. "You keep that up, and you'll be
getting your protein shake pretty soon!" I said, and pushed Hank's head
down onto my dick. "Yummm! That feels good!" I said, as I worked to become
fully awake to enjoy all that was happening to me.
Hank was fondling my balls with one hand, stroking me with the other, all
the while his mouth and tongue were busy on my dick. As usual, he knows
all the buttons to push to bring me to the brink. As the wave built, I
felt myself becoming more and more awake until I gasped out, "Oh fuck! I'm
cumming!"
I held Hank's head to my dick, so he could get every drop, but then had to
pull him off, as he continued beyond draining me to where I became so
sensitive to his mouth, I had to pull him off.
He moved up and gave me a cum-flavored kiss. "Now that you've had your
breakfast," I said, "I am starving!" I moved to climb out of the tent. It
was cool out, but I had to pee. So I headed off away from the lake, and
took a leak. Then I came back, and grabbed a sweatshirt and some shorts.
I sat down, and pulled on my socks and my boots. I looked over at Hank,
who was laughing at me. "Pussy! Afraid of a little cold air?"
"Oh, so what's that you are wearing?" I said, pointing to the identical
garb on him.
"Yeah, but I have been up longer than you!" He poured out some coffee from
a pot, and brought it to me. "Sorry, you've spilt the cream, so there is
none for your coffee!"
"Asshole" I said, while my mouth opened into a yawn.
"Fuckface!" he said. It was going to be another wonderful day, I decided,
as I took a sip of the wonderful smelling coffee.